ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʟᴏʀᴇᴅ - 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀

Chapter Ten

— R POV

"How have you been?", Jisung's therapist, Michelle, questioned the boy who sat uncomfortably on the stiff orange couch.

"I'm okay," he responded bluntly not making eye contact with her. Immediately, she knew he didn't want to be there so she sat up, put her clipboard down, and put both hands on her crossed legs.

"I understand you don't want to be here. Is that correct?", she confronted causing Jisung to finally, look up at her. Hesitantly, he nodded and squeezed his baggy jeans tightly. "Then why are you here?"

"I'm required to— I don't have a choice. My Mom is desperate for me to attend and I started to feel bad when I'd catch her crying in her room over my dumb state. If this is what I have to do, then I'll do it because she's done everything for me."

"You can't just do things you don't want to do for another person Han," Michelle stated in disapproval. "It's not going to help your mental state having to keep up with what someone wants from you, it'll drain you out."

"What the hell do you want me to do?", Jisung spat becoming riled up with anger. "I have to live every day..." He felt the ache in his heart move up to his eyes where tears began forming. "Knowing that it was my fault that my family died. How am I supposed to live?"

"I know you're still grieving from a traumatic and horrific loss, especially since it wasn't just one but three significant people in your life. You cannot blame yourself for what happened to them. It was a blessing that you managed to survive, they would've wanted that. Jisung, what that horrible man did to you and your family is all on him. Not you... You were just a child, you can't expect yourself to know what to do in a situation like that." Jisung took a deep breath and sucked in the sobs he would've let out if he was alone. "I understand you're upset and you should let that out... never keep that to yourself because it's genuinely draining. There are people who love you Jisung. Don't just stay alive for them but for yourself and your family. Everyone needs you, especially yourself."

The Raven sniffed staring at Michelle who was giving him the look of pity. He hiccuped and immediately stood up to zoom out of the room. Tears flooded down his cheeks as he ran out of the entire building. He couldn't. He just couldn't take any of that information in, it pained him that he didn't know how to cure this. Even with that reassurance and somewhat advice. His low stamina caused him to stop running and catch his breath but all he could think about was how he wanted to be with Minho. He wanted to be in his presence for a reason he couldn't seem to find. His determination grew so he hit his chest, heavily breathing, before he began to speed walk to the apartment. Sniffing he started to run again when the apartment came to his sight. Making it to the elevator he desperately started spamming the third-floor button and tapped the side of his thigh anxiously. Biting his lip he watched the screen's number increasing indicating that he was going up the building until he heard a ding. Without hesitation, he slid through the door that was opening mid-way and hurriedly went to Minho's apartment.

"Hello?", he called knocking on the front door. His hands rubbed against each other as tears still streamed down his face. "Minho?" His voice cracked, knocking on the door again before he heard the lock click and open slightly.

"Jisung?", Minho said curiously opening the door wider and gasping just slightly at Jisung sobbing on his doorstep. "What happened?"

"Minho," he cried and grabbed the older's hand. "C-Can I stay here?"

"Yeah, of course— What happened Ji?" He brought the crying boy to his room and sat him down on the bean bag. "Take your time. Do you want to talk about it?"

"I went to a therapy session today because I just couldn't stand seeing my Mom crying anymore. I'm so lost and— I had these flashbacks where I had to watch my parents and sister die in front of me and it felt too real." Minho's eyes widened and nodded shifting around to listen intently. "It was my fault."

"I don't think you should say that Jisung—"

"I don't want to hear that shit Minho. I was conscious enough to stop my hideous crying but I didn't take it seriously and look what happened... my family is dead and somehow I'm still alive... I always question why the killer couldn't just take me too? A quick shot before getting taken away to rot in a jail cell." Jisung sniffed and looked at the brunette in front of him who had a blank stare. He didn't expect him to say anything about it. It's not something that anyone would be able to take in without a warning that someone was going to traumatic dump them in the next hour.

"So, that explains the incident with the fireworks," Minho muttered coming to realization.

"I always wanted to kill the man for taking my family. You know, just shoot him with the same gun he used on us. I didn't care about anything. I didn't care if I would've gone to jail because my life after that night became absolutely nothing. I have no hope in myself."

"Then why don't commit a crime so you can kill him in jail where you'll get executed eventually?" Jisung stopped to think that through and cleared his throat. "You're scared Jisung. You wouldn't hurt a soul even if they treated you with nothing but cruelty because it's in your nature. You were born a good person. That's why you push people away so you don't hurt them but the only person who is hurt is you."

"You don't know me," Jisung interrupted sternly.

"I don't and that's why I'm here with you. To get to know you and your life because I hope..." Minho's hand cupped Jisung's, looking up at him. "You'll someday feel all the hope I have for you. I want to do anything for you to have hope in yourself. "

Jisung gasped a little at those pure words, his eyes visually becoming large and sparkly. His pupils shook a bit when he maintained eye contact with Minho.

"Jisung, understand that I'm going to be by your side whenever you need me," Minho reassured squeezing Jisung's hand.

"That's easier said than done."

"I'll prove it to you if you let me."

The younger didn't want to admit that he already trusted Minho with half of his heart. That was a lot of trust in a person coming from Jisung. He couldn't just trust him though— because he wasn't sure if Minho was just saying that or if he was going to do what he was saying.

"I don't need an answer now, it's late and I get it if you can't answer it." Minho led Jisung to the bed and patted his pillow to sign that Jisung should lie down. "You should sleep though."

When he was settled down Minho stood up and was about to leave until a hand hurriedly held his wrist. The brunette hummed turning as Jisung hesitantly pulled him closer.

"Stay with me," Jisung blurted keeping a tight grip. "I'm okay if we sleep next to each other."

"Okay, a bit gay but—" Jisung smacked him causing the latter to chuckle and go under the sheets with him. They got comfortable in the bed and just gazed at each other. Minho practically trying to read Jisung's soul and wonders how someone can look so angelic. "I liked it when you had clips on your hair. You should wear them more often," Minho whispered then turned his body around facing his back to Jisung. The other smiled and nibbled at his bottom lip as he combed his bangs a little.

A little after they fell asleep, a tiny knock came on the door, and Minho's Mom peeked in and lifted her eyebrows at the sight of the two boys cuddling up on each other. Unconsciously, a gentle smile crossed her lips at the mere thought of her son finding a person shortly after they moved. She was scared they'd struggle to fit in after moving but she was wrong. Minho found Jisung.